I traveled to the east coast for a week to spend with my husband's family last week. While getting ready for the journey I had no idea what would be in store for me on one of the vacation days. We flew into Rochester, NY and then drove about an hour and a half southeast to Keuka lake. (I'll share my pictures with you soon)
My father in law offered to take me and the duckling to a veterinary clinic. About five miles down the road I had seen an animal hospital and so off we went with my new little terrified friend. The people at the first veterinary clinic were not that helpful. We finally got the name and phone number of a place that does rehabilitation in Penn Yan. The town of Penn Yan was about 20 miles north of where we currently were. And so off we went grumbling about unhelpful humans.
After arriving in the Penn Yan and driving past the human hospital we started to think that we had missed the destination and were getting a bit worried. We finally asked a postal worker if they knew of the place we were looking for. Oddly the postal employee wasn't quite sure but thought it should just be up the road. Finally we saw a veterinary clinic and pulled into the parking lot. All the front desk people enjoyed seeing a little fluffy duckling and told us about how they had just released another duck back into the wild. This was the place we needed to be! They took my saved duckling and my information with the promise to call and let me know how it goes.
Now I have driven about 50 miles to save one duck and have a story to share over the years. I couldn't just let that little one starve to death.